Rebirth of the Alpha's Slave Mate (Samantha and Kade) novel Chapter 142

Chapter 142

Serena’s POV

“No, not the champagne-colored drapes! I said cream! Didn’t you hear me the first time?”

“I couldn’t tell the difference, Serena-”

“It’s Luna to you.” Serena threw down the bouquet she was holding, sending petals scattering around the Omega’s feet. “Go back to the store and get the right drapes. I don’t want to see your smarmy face again unless you’re holding the cream fabric.”

“Yes, Luna,” the Omega said, gathering up the wrong drapes and scurrying away.

Once she was gone, Serena sighed and sank into a chair, scrubbing her hands over her face. The wedding was in just a couple of weeks, and she still had so much to do; but since the first one had been postponed due to… extenuating circumstances, they had to go all out with this one, ensuring that the only thing the guests had to talk about for months was how amazing the centerpieces were—rather than speculating on why it had been postponed to begin with.

Serena was just resting her feet for a moment, thinking about the next item in her to-do list for the day, when a familiar voice caught her attention. “Psst. Luna!” She looked up to see a Gamma male with a scar from a cleft lip surgery gesturing at her from behind a pillar. “Luna, come here!”

Serena rolled her eyes and stood, shuffling over to the male. “You know we don’t need to meet in secret anymore, right?” she asked, folding her arms. “It’s over with. You can act normal now.”

“Are you sure about that?” Glancing around to make sure they weren’t being watched, the Gamma handed her a small white envelope. Serena snatched it and tore it open, shooting him an annoyed glare as she pulled out the

contents.

When she saw them, her stomach dropped.

“What is this?” she breathed, holding up a grainy photograph of a truck driving down the road not far from Crescent Hollow-the bed was filled with what looked like rogues, dirty and disheveled.

“Look at the next one,” the Gamma whispered.

Serena flipped to the next picture and felt sick. There, in equally grainy quality and clearly taken from far away, was a photograph of that same truck parked in a driveway. And being unloaded from the back seat was a woman on a stretcher.

A woman with silver hair.

“She’s alive,” the Gamma said.

“Well… That’s not necessarily true…”

“Just… Keep looking.”

Serena flipped to the final picture. This one was just as grainy and distant as the last, but it was unmistakable; Samantha was walking down the street of Nightshade pack, leaning on a cane.

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Fucking alive.

Serena clutched the photos tightly to her chest, her mind racing. How the hell did Samantha survive? Serena had stabbed her in the heart; and even if she had somehow missed, which she was pretty sure she hadn’t, the poison would have done the rest.

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